The light is a colurful way to show pain.
Beautiful and soft, full of hurt none the less.
Tis days like colure that passion blooms as death.
And morbidness that blossoms into a rose of blood.
Roses are red violits are bleu,
sugar is sweet and so arn’t you.
But the violits are witted the roses are dead,
and the sugar is blown by the wind.
I have been blessed with a gift, which I shall indeed share upon this earth.
That love and true loves kiss are ever of ebbony.
Strong as a waves disire to crash against the harmless shore.
Tis love and love at heart as beautiful as god made Juliet.
But harsh as winter, if not of Romeos heart.
Oh Romeo why, why make me kill you?
Art thy not fare with MY moon?
I kill thee for thee in love and true love and all the fare kiss.
For thy lips of him so divine in power, with a melody as sweet as the first is must of been sung
And perhaps thy melody is twice greater than love, loves self?
Be kind ode to thy and love for true in power so sweet.
Love in loves divine devotion to power non important.
Halt all in rage in sun for true in moon I posses.
Give disires forth to thy dead romeo in sun and grace for all are in death as he.
And remember I am also dead.
But because of you oh true romeo. You kill me in death.
NO MAN shall hear your lips of anger and rage in all rain for time and death, kill moon great in pain. Die in blood as you must want.
WOW! you are full of heart felt emotion arent thou! i really love your poems!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you. I try. ;)